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Time.

Space.

Reality.

It's more than a linear path.

It's a prism of endless possibility,

where a single choice
can branch out into infinite realities,

creating alternate worlds
from the ones you know.

I am the Watcher.

I am your guide
through these vast new realities.

Follow me and ponder the question...

"What if?"

There was an idea
to bring together a group of...

Remarkable people?

To see if they could
become something more?

I know. I've heard the speech.

Then you realize what's at stake.

Which is why I'm surprised you'd wanna bet

the future
of the Avengers Initiative on that.

Stark may be eccentric,
but he's got potential.

What he's got is a hangover.

Did I ever tell you about this one time

I actually recruited a Russian assassin
to join my American covert ops team?

Vaguely rings a bell.

Then you should know,
I'm not afraid of a big swing.

Sir, I'm going
to have to ask you to exit the donut.

I told you I don't wanna join
your super-secret boyband.

No, no, no. See, I remember,
you do everything yourself.

- How's that working out for you?
- I've been worse.

You've become a problem,
a problem I have to deal with.

Contrary to your belief,
you are not the center of my universe.

- I get it.
- Hit him.

God. What'd she just do to me?

What did we just do for you?

That's lithium dioxide.
It's gonna take the edge off.

It's not a cure,
it just abates the symptoms?

Stark! You okay?

- Stark!
- Tony. Tony!

He's dead.

Humanity, so eager,
so willing to face the impossible,

yet blind to the bigger picture.

Inside one week, three strange
and separate stories unfolded.

A genius battled
his demons both inside and out,

while the world
met the monster hiding in the man.

And a godly prince fell to Earth.

I am the Watcher.

And where humans see chaos,

I see the crucible that would transform

this collection of individuals
into a team of heroes.

At least, that's how things
played out in one universe.

But in this one...

Sir, we found it.

Kind of in the middle
of something here, Coulson.

Not sure it can wait, sir.
Locals are getting curious.

Set up a perimeter
and tell the team I'm en route.

I may not have been a fan of Tony Stark,
but I didn't kill him.

Save your spin for Pierce.

He wants you in New York
first thing for questioning.

Wanna give us a minute?

This wasn't me.

I know that,
but S.H.I.E.L.D. has protocols,

so my hands, like yours, are tied.

- You know these won't hold me.
- Oh, I'm counting on it.

Someone inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
compromised Stark's antidote.

I need someone on the outside
to find out who.

Sure you wanna take
another big swing on me, boss?

Safest bet I'll ever make.

Wow. So serious.

Maybe we should get some tunes going.

Lighten the mood.

You guys are no fun.
Here. Mind holding these for me?

Of course. Uh... What?

I never did get what he sees in her.

Sure, she can land a punch,
but only 'cause people don't expect it.

What? Stop! Stop the truck!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Oh! Come on!

Best we can tell, it's extremely
powerful and not from around here.

Electromagnetic, neutron,
vita radiations, all off the charts.

Well, that doesn't sound ominous at all.

It's been happening all night.

The artifact has a bit of an attitude.

Also, no one can lift it.

Not even Jackson and he does CrossFit.

Something that powerful goes missing,
someone always comes looking.

We just have to cross our fingers
that someone is an ally.

So, what's the move?

Same as always.
Hope for the best, prepare for the worst.

We got a man down. Sound the alarms.

I think the worst just got here.

Coulson, talk to me.

We got a perimeter breach.
Multiple agents down and...

Whoa.

I got visual on the intruder.

He's a Caucasian male,
mid-twenties with...

really great hair.

Excuse me?

It's an accurate description.
Sir, he's gorgeous.

- I need eyes in the sky. Barton.
- Already on it.

He's making a move on the hammer.

One shot, one kill, sir.
Just say the word.

Hold your fire. I wanna see this.

Whoa. Coulson wasn't lying
about the hair. That's nice.

Fury, now or never.

Hold your...

Damn it, Barton. I told you to stand down.

I did! Wasn't me! I didn't shoot!

Drop your weapon!

I swear, I didn't shoot.

Your arrow would indicate otherwise.

This doesn't make any sense.
I don't slip. I don't misfire.

- What's the word on our intruder?
- Dead.

And if his blood samples
are to be believed,

he's almost a thousand years old
and not of this world.

First Stark, now Muscle Beach.

That's two high value S.H.I.E.L.D. targets
killed by our own agents inside 24 hours.

- Barton's sticking to his story?
- He's pretty bent out of shape.

- Won't talk to anyone.
- He'll talk to me.

Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.

Barton.

Barton. Coulson, get a medic.

How could this... Who did you let in here?

- No one.
- No one.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

We're running a tox screen
to see if it was a cyanide capsule.

Barton had a wife and kids.

If he was gonna go,
it wouldn't be willingly.

You think he was murdered.

If I had to guess, my money
is on the same someone who killed Stark.

But Barton
was in a locked cell under observation.

There was no sign of struggle,
no entry wounds.

It's weird, but I also have a space corpse

that looks like a Chippendales dancer
rotting on the next table over.

Oh, wow.

Even while rotting,
he smells like lavender.

Really?

Mmm.

Still, there's not a lot
connecting a billionaire playboy

and a S.H.I.E.L.D. assassin,
unless you have any ideas.

There was an idea.

Dr. Ross.
Not sure if you remember me, but...

Oh, I remember.

And I'll tell you
the same thing I told you

the last time
S.H.I.E.L.D. came poking around.

I haven't seen him.

I'm not here about the green guy.

His name is Dr. Bruce Banner.
And I'm in a rush, Agent Romanoff.

I'm here about Tony Stark.
I believe he was murdered.

What? By whom?

Me. Or at least someone's trying
to make it look that way, using this.

So, why did you come to me?

You're an expert in the tactical
applications of cellular biology.

There are plenty of others.
Why did you really come here?

I need to keep this
off S.H.I.E.L.D.'s radar

and you seem to have
some experience in that department.

Mmm. Well, your injector's clean

and there's no traces
of lethal pathogens of any kind.

Then what killed him?

Whatever it was,
it wasn't biological.

Your antidote didn't even
make it out of the syringe.

It looks to me like a tiny projectile
of some kind was fired from the needle.

You're thinking nanotech?

I'm a biologist, not a ballistics expert.

And I believe we're done here.

Huh. You got a side job, Dr. Ross?

What? I don't know. I...

A student must have left it there.

I got bad news and worse news.

- You in a secure location?
- Not currently.

Barton's dead.

I know what he meant to you.

Who do I kill?

Looks like his
and Stark's murders are connected.

- By what?
- The Avengers Initiative.

Seems our killer
is going after the candidates.

If someone wanted
to kneecap S.H.I.E.L.D.,

that's a good place to start.

Who else is on the list?

That's the thing.
Bruce Banner and you.

Under different circumstances,
I'd be flattered. So would Clint.

You need to get yourself to ground.
But first, find Banner.

Funny thing, boss. Think I already have.

I... I'm sorry,
but I can't let you in there.

Move, or I'll make you move.

No need for violence, Agent Romanoff.

That's probably not gonna work out.
For anyone.

What? What is it?

We need to go. Now.

What's your 20, Coulson?

Coffee run. Needed a breather.

Got you a double macchiato.
Just how you like it.

What the...

Director, sensors are reporting
a massive energy surge.

- Seems like it came out of nowhere.
- What are you seeing, Coulson?

A meteorological phenomenon of some kind.

Oh, boy. Whatever it is,
it came with bogeys.

- They look like they're from Earth?
- Maybe Middle-earth?

Go get 'em, boss.

Looking for directions, sir?
Because you seem to have lost your way.

You would do best
to kneel before a god.

We don't really do that here.
No matter who or what you are.

I am Loki, Crown Prince of Asgard.

The rightful king of Jotun...

Jotunheim. And God of M...

Mischief. Are you gonna take that?
I'm in the middle of something.

Damn it, Fury! Pick up.

Hey, I'm telling you, it's safer
for everyone if I fend for myself.

- I sort of can't die.
- Then I guess you're in luck.

Look alive, people.

I want strike teams locked, loaded,
and ready to move in on my mark.

I'm a little busy here, Widow.

Oh, good.
We'll start a support group.

I've got General Ross,
a dozen snipers and a few tanks.

- What are you dealing with?
- Space Vikings.

- Show-off.
- Handle it, then get to ground.

Lady trouble?

Well, what exactly is it
that brought you here, Mr. Loki?

Vengeance.

An agent of this planet murdered
Thor Odinson, the Crown Prince of Asgard.

Natasha Romanoff, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I have Bruce Banner in my custody.
You need to stand down.

- Hey, hey! Don't shoot!
- Who the hell opened fire?

Not us, sir.

Bruce! It's okay. We're okay, right?

I'll get you out of this.
I swear on my life.

Director Fury, you fail to comprehend
the enormity of the situation.

Oh, I'm comprehending, all right.

Agent Romanoff, I think you might
be better off getting out of here.

Which is why I have to ask,
what's in the box?

Ooh.

Such insolence will not be tolerated.

And your planet
will be taken as retribution.

Take it down!

Oh, you want some of this? Come on!

Father! No! Stop! Stop, please!

Stop!

- There's nothing you can do.
- That's my father. He'll listen to me.

The General
isn't the one who started this.

Then who did?

Bruce!

Bruce!

No. No, no, no. Bruce.

But he can't die. He can't die.

He can't.

Declaring war on this planet
will not bring your prince back!

Wait.

He's not wrong.
The All-Father would want us to listen.

We have the same enemy here.

The person who killed your brother
also killed two of my people.

Good people.
We should be working together.

We are not allies.

Then let me help you.

I promise,
when I find your brother's killer,

you will have your pound of flesh.

What a fascinating choice of words.

But I shall require the entire corpse.

You need to give me time.

Very well.

You have until the next rise of Midgard's
sun to deliver my brother's assassin,

or I will reduce
this planet to ash and ice.

Why do you need my password?

I need to get
into the Avengers Initiative files,

but I'm locked out of the system
and wanted for murder.

I'm not telling you
my password, Romanoff.

- Why not?
- Because I'm not.

Coulson.
Clint was your friend, too.

Hashtag-Steve-Steve-Steve-
I-heart-Steve-0-7-0-4.

Wow.

- Good one, Coulson.
- What?

No, nothing. That's great. Thank you.

Huh. How did a woman
who died two years ago

access the database yesterday?

You won't win. Not against me.
Not against S.H.I.E.L.D.

You found me. You know what to do.

Fury, it's Hope! It's all about Hope!

It's Hope! It's all about Hope!

It's Hope! It's all about Hope!

It's Hope! It's all about Hope!

Four hours to sunup, sir.

I haven't forgotten.

Sir, I understand that this
Prince Loki situation is the very reason

you proposed the Avengers Initiative

for a group of remarkable individuals
to fight the battles we can't.

I wrote the speech.

There's still one name left, sir.

Yours.

I'm not the only Avenger left.

What?

Is that a beeper from the '90s?

Also our last hope.

"Hope. It's all about Hope."

Widow.

Boss?

- Where are you going?
- Not sure.

Either make a pact
with a god or deal with a devil.

You got a name, soldier?

I'm here to see your boss.

If it isn't Hank Pym.

The balls you have to come here
and stand over her grave.

Oh, don't worry about her.

I doubt she'd mind,
considering she's dead.

She died because S.H.I.E.L.D. killed her.

She died because of you.

Agent Hope Van Dyne was killed
on a mission outside Odessa, Ukraine.

Agent?

She was my daughter! My little girl.

She missed her mother
and you exploited that!

Her mother was an agent?

Don't play the fool with me, Fury.

You filled her head with nonsense about
protecting humanity and saving the world.

You just left out how she died
the same way her mother did,

doing S.H.I.E.L.D.'s dirty work!

And that gave you
permission to murder them?

Anthony Stark? Clint Barton?
Bruce Banner? Natasha Romanoff?

You took everything from me.

I wanted you to hurt.

To witness everything
you've ever worked for...

fought for...

hoped for...

die.

And what of Thor, Prince of Asgard?

Goldilocks? You would have
recruited him in a heartbeat.

Sold him some malarkey about being a hero.

That's what you do.
What S.H.I.E.L.D. has always done.

Find others to fight your battles.

That's it?
You murdered him because you could?

His death was a favor.
Yours will be a triumph.

What the...

You're still pretty spry
for a guy with a corner office.

You never cared about Hope.

I don't give a damn about any of them.

Fury! Come on.

You're supposed to be a killer?
Well, come on, then. Kill me.

Ooh.

How are you...

Stop moving, Fury.

What are you doing? Let's go...

It's like you're everywhere. Aah!

Uh, what's with the goth kid?

Hello. Trickster God. Hi.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is people,

people willing to give their lives
for something greater than themselves

to save the world from men like you.

Agent Hope Van Dyne understood that
and she will never be forgotten.

Then you honor her.

Then honor her.

Well, this was
an absolute pleasure, Director Fury.

Good. Now take your hammer
and get off my planet.

About that,
we should be allies.

You know, I've just had an idea.

I was thinking I might extend
my stay here on Midgard.

For how long?

Good evening, my loyal subjects.

It is with great pride
that I stand before you today

to announce that in just one day's time,

the nations of Earth
have put aside their differences

and united under my command.

It's the unspoken truth of humanity
that you crave subjugation.

The bright lure of freedom hobbles you,
diminishes your life's joy.

You were made to be ruled.

So I have come
to help you fulfill your destiny.

The Avengers fell
before they had a chance to rise.

May they rest in peace.

They can, but we won't.

The Avengers were always
meant to be more than a team.

They were an idea,

the affirmation of humanity's need
to believe that in our darkest hour,

we will find our heroes.

I believe that in this universe,
as in every other, hope never dies.

As long as someone keeps
their good eye on the bigger picture.

Welcome back, Captain.

So where's the fight?